“Oh shit!” Mom cried out. “This is so fucking perverted! I love it! Don’t stop! Put some in my pussy, you fucking pervert!” Mom barked out at me.
While Mom was talking to me like that, and ordering me around, I assumed that I had just caused Mom to orgasm–not a super-strong orgasm, mind you, but an orgasm nonetheless.
“Did I just make you cum?” I asked Mom point-blank. “I mean, it’s kind of hard to tell with you, sometimes.”
“Of course you did! If you don’t believe me, just reach down and feel how wet my pussy is.”
And so, at Mom’s suggestion, I slid my fingers up into the crack of Mom’s bare vulva to feel the wetness level of her pussy for myself.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” I told Mom. “You’re already wet as fuck, and we haven’t even gotten started. Get ready to cum your ass off. That’s all I can say.”
Mom got really excited when she saw me move my pelvic area up to her chest, so that I could squeeze out some of her colostrum from her nipple, and then rub it over the head of my dick. Then I climbed up into bed, between Mom’s spread-apart thighs, so that I could insert the colostrum-coated head of my dick up into her vagina.
When she felt me penetrating her, Mom cried out, “Oh fuck! Shit! I can’t believe you’re actually doing this to me!”
To which I immediately responded, “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you!” And I sunk my dick into her vagina, all the way up to the hilt, and began humping away at her pussy as fast as I could hump.
That’s when I felt Mom squirting and gushing all over my dick and balls, while she was screaming profanities out like a drunken sailor, obviously orgasming her butt off in the process, and doing her best to create another “Lake Janie” between her spread-apart thighs.
Meanwhile, while Mom was busy orgasming her ass off underneath me, my own orgasmic sensations ended up being very controlled and subdued. This was the first time that I ever ejaculated inside my mother’s vagina without mentally having to fantasize and pretend that she was fertile and that I was impregnating her.
In fact, it felt really strange to me–and quite unsettling–when I was ejaculating my sperm up against the neck of Mom’s pregnant womb. It seemed as if I were just going through the motions of fucking, and that it really didn’t matter anymore whether I ejaculated my sperm inside Mom’s vagina, or onto her clit, or onto her tits, or into her mouth. The point is, where I released my sperm during my orgasm, suddenly didn’t matter anymore when it came to having sex with my pregnant mother.
I instantly realized that I wanted and needed my old mother back. The non-pregnant mother that I had grown to love fucking so much. And I didn’t want Mom to get her tubes tied, either. And I sure as hell was not going to get a vasectomy. Because what I was wanting the most in this world was to fuck a non-pregnant, hopefully-fertile Janie, in order to try to get her pregnant again. But this time, for both of us to do everything on purpose. I wanted both of us to experiencing fucking while we’re actively trying to get pregnant.
After I had pulled out of Mom’s pussy and was lying beside her on my back in the bed, I said to her, “I want you call the women’s clinic tomorrow to make an appointment to get your pregnancy terminated, because that’s what you were planning on doing anyway, isn’t it?”
“Yes, son. Having this baby at my age, and in the poor physical shape that I’m in, would be nothing less than suicidal, and I’m not ready to die yet. I’ve got a lot more fucking to do first, don’t you think?”
“Yes, ma’am. We sure do!” I assured her with a big smile on my face.
“But I’m scared, son. I’ve never had an abortion before. Will you go with me to the clinic when I get the procedure? After all, it’s partially your fault that this happened.”
“Oh right. Way to push the blame off on someone else, Mom. Like you didn’t seduce me into fucking you at Christmas time, without you using any birth control at the very time when you knew that you were most likely ovulating.”
“Okay, okay. So it’s all my fault. I fucked up, okay? I’m human.
“Like I said, I was feeling super-horny back at Christmas time. I hadn’t had a real live dick inside my pussy for over five years–ever since your father died–and I didn’t think that your sperm could actually fertilize one of my old egg cells and get me pregnant. That’s the only reason why I seduced you into having unprotected intercourse with me, and then let you keep fucking me that way over and over again while you were staying here with me.
“Of course, this visit with you is totally different, because I already knew that you had gotten me pregnant during your Christmas visit, and so I realized that you couldn’t get me any more pregnant that I already am, no matter how many times we fuck bareback.”
“Mom, promise me that you won’t get your tubes tied yet.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because after you get this pregnancy terminated and we get the green light from the doctor to start fucking again, what I really want more than anything else in this whole wide world is for us to intentionally fuck our brains out without using any birth control, while we’re both actively focused on trying to get you pregnant again.
“In other words, I know this sounds weird, but I want you to fuck me with the same level of passion that you fucked Ben, back when you were actively trying to get pregnant with my little sister. Do you think you could do that for me, Mom?”
“Of course, I will. But you do realize that would mean that you might be forcing me to eventually get another abortion, right?”
“Yes, of course I do. But wouldn’t it be worth it? Just think about it for a moment. Both of us actively trying to make a baby together? Doesn’t that thought turn you on?”
“Oh hell yes!” Mom replied. “But then, I’ve been a risk-taker most of my life. I don’t see any reason to change now.”
“I love you, Mom. I knew you’d see things my way on this.”
And that’s how Mom and I ended up fucking our brains out for next 10 years or so without using any birth control. But I never did get Mom pregnant again, even though I kept trying like crazy.
And throughout that entire time, I had no idea why I couldn’t get my mother pregnant again.
After Mom died, I was digging around in her personal filing cabinet for some papers that I needed to the close out her estate, when I accidentally came upon a paid bill from the women’s clinic, showing that Mom had her tubes tied two weeks after her abortion had taken place.
And I realized that Mom had intentionally kept this fact a secret from me all those years leading up to her sudden death from a heart attack.
I’m currently 45 and living in Mom’s house. But the place sure feels lonely without her around anymore.
However, Fran still comes over from time to time, whenever she’s feeling horny and has a little excess cash that she wants to throw my way in exchange for me sharing my dick and my sperm with her. Even all these years later, it’s a super turn-on for me to fuck that little old lady’s shriveled-up pussy. And at age 87, Fran’s just as horny as she ever was.